Robert Frost taught us that every poem begins with a lump in the throat. Sometimes I find truth a little hard to take–and I cope with poetry and prose poured straight from my soul. (This came to me during the night, and I felt led to write it in the style of a children’s book. Maybe it can provide some comfort for other folks who lose a child.)
There was once a little boy named Milton.
He had the most beautiful blue eyes in the world!
He could count his 1,2,3’s — and even knew his ABC’s. He liked to smile at people and say “Hi.” He was so lucky to have a wonderful mother and daddy, and a little baby brother. He was a good boy who loved his parents, his friends, and God.
Then one day was very tough. Milton was taken on Life Flight to the hospital. The doctors and nurses tried so hard to bring him back, but they couldn’t. He had drowned, and they could not save him. It was so sad.
Sometimes things like that happen.
People came from all over the United States to his funeral. Lots of children came. Milton’s best friend came with his parents. His cousins from Oklahoma and Washington, D.C. came. His grandparents came, and so did his aunts and uncles.
They all cried alot, hugged alot, and prayed alot. They got up the next day and went to church. They ate a meal together, and it was time to go to the memorial service. There were some songs. One was “Jesus Loves Me” since Milton sang that song in his church school class. The service ended with Amazing Grace. Lots of people cried alot, hugged alot, and prayed alot.
Next they all got in cars in a very big line called a procession. There were three motorcycle policemen helping us stay together. We went for a very long ride till we got to a cemetery in the flight path of airplanes. That’s where we buried him. Milton would like that since he loved airplanes.
At the grave site his cousin said, ‘that’s just his body and bones. But Milton is really in heaven. You know, I miss him already.” People told many nice things they remembered about him. Some people remembered how smart he was. Some told stories about how kind he was. One little girl told a funy story about him. At the end his grandpa sang, “God Be With You Till We Meet Again.”
It was pretty there, under the big oak trees. Planes would fly over there alot.
His great aunt remembered how much Milton loved to play with his favorite toy, JJ the Jet Plane. He knew all about it and the different characters and their names. Some of us thought it would be nice to give other children who didn’t have very many toys a JJ Jet Plane.
So we collected the toys, and had a good friend who was a lady jet plane captain fly the toys to Honduras and give them to the boys and girls there. That way, those children could have the same fun with them that Milton had with his own JJ the Jet Plane. Milton would like that, especially the part about the toy airplanes flying in an airplane!
Milton was a very good boy. We will always remember him.
There was once a boy named Milton. He had the most beautiful blue eyes in the world!
Epilogue: Milton was like a wonderful butterfly who lit in our lives for a while, like a sunbeam. Then he was gone, and everyone was so sorry. He will be missed. But they were so blessed to have the pleasure of his presence while he was alive. It will always be fun to remember him.
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